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Someday This Could Be Funny Chapter One: The Thirteenth of February
The first thought that ran through Crowley’s head as he looked up (and up) at the tall and glowering demon before him, arms crossed and eyes a-flicker, was that he must be able to get out of whatever it was that he’d done without realizing somehow. (Actually, it was Oh sssshit!, but that wasn’t nearly as specific.)
“Hi, Hastur, can I he—” he began, and was subsequently slammed into the wall behind him. Tiny outcroppings of stone dug into his back, and he blessed the prevalence of “natural” architecture in Hell. There was certainly something to be said for sheetrock when it came to the list of Favorite Materials to Be Violently Pushed Against.
“You’re coming with me tomorrow,” Hastur snarled, fangs bared. He gave the shoulder he’d pinned the junior demon another grind into the rock and balled his other fist tighter into
The Monstermaker: Ch. IThe woman was dead, and his involvement was at an end. Hastur leant against the wall and conjured himself a smoke, wrapping his tongue around the end of the cigarette when he was finished enough and flicking it down his throat. He’d liberated them from the body and they still tasted a little of blood, but that had never stopped him.
The familiar voice shook him out of his reverie. Turning, he beheld a short, stocky figure in a pinstriped suit and raised a brow.
The last time he'd seen the demon Phelan, they had both been in the rather awkward position of trying to save the world. It had also been the last time he'd expected -- or wanted, really -- to see him again, ever. Phelan wasn't exactly acceptable dinner-guest material. Admittedly, neither was Hastur most of the time, but the junior demon gave him a vague and nebulous case of the jeebies whenever he spent enough time in his presence.
It wasn't the red slit-pupiled eyes and the slight
calling homeSometimes when it's really dark and I'm lying in my bed alone — even when it's not just me — I see these little lights. I don't know if it's dreaming or not, but it's the prettiest thing you could ever see that's not the face of someone you love; all colors sometimes they are, winking on and off, and they just make me feel so much better.
I see them when I cry from time to time. I still cry. He says I can do it all I want, he teases me and it makes me think maybe I shouldn't, I should be grown up even though nobody ever treated me grown up and it's awfully hard to be something nobody ever said you could be, but he says he likes it, that it shows I'm sweet. I wish I didn't want to do it so often. But it hurts. Everything hurts even when it's wonderful, maybe especially then. And isn't it lovely then? I don't feel alone when they're around me, all those lights.
Your Insignificant GoddessHe curled himself loosely, soft legs and loose arms, against the wall like a prawn on a plate. He kept his lashes low, his face turned away from me, only moving to write and place the slate in front of my knees.
I'VE DONE MY TIME.
"I know, sweetie." I crouched beside him, reaching out to take his shoulder and then thinking better of it. I kept forgetting that he was younger than me, younger by several years. Sometimes, though, it was all too apparent. He was cold and firm, but there was so much simplicity in the smoothness of his face and limbs, this body like mine that time hadn't carved idiosyncracies into yet, his face like a brush painting the way I'd imagined it: uncomplicated, clean, fresh. "And you've done it better than I could ever have done."
I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK. I'M TIRED OF BEING HIS DOG.
"You won't be forever," I whispered. The threat of tears squeezed the backs of my eyeballs. This blessing, this cursed blessing. He was so real, so good, and now it too was real, what
Sweetest Silent SongHe sits in the window that shows the view most like Heaven with an empty book in his lap, stroking it like an inconsolable child. Silent.
I have never had the words to comfort or express. My language has always been that of clashing spears and cold hard coordinates; I can mimic the masters of pathos when it serves me well, but when it comes to speaking my own true emotions I am as dumb as the butt of a spear. Any elegance I may have, I learned from him.
Once I had the honor of belonging to the sweetest song in Hell.
And now that voice is silenced, perhaps forever. The gash across his throat boasts itself like a second mouth mocking the uselessness of the first. The memory of seeing him take it will forever drown out the rest of the battle; the blood of the one who inflicted it has long been washed from my hands into oblivion, but the consequences remain.
His pen is just as silent now. He no longer writes, for with no ability to reproduce the music or narrate he composes all j
At Night, The River"Enjoying the night, Mordecai?"
The child looked up and smiled as Silvia settled next to her, interrupting the song he had been murmuring while sitting on the bench overlooking the river, kicking his booted feet. His teeth were very white and sharp, his eyes were a deep purple, and his hair was fair. He could have been anywhere from twelve to fifteen, and neither.
He was one of the few creatures Silvia Marsh feared.
"Where's your Ezra?"
"Duke Riesgraf-Carleton is at home taking his rest, as if you didn't know," said Silvia, more stiffly than she had intended. "I'm alone tonight."
Mordecai snuggled into her leather-clad shoulder, wrapping a little white hand around her bicep. Despite the thick coat between them, Silvia shivered at the chill of his skin. "I could warm you up."
"I don't think so. I'm here for information, not your sick idea of playtime."
He pouted, all sugar. "You hate me, don't you? Silvia, you know I think you're pretty. You remind me of a girl I killed in Prague. Just
you're too cute. | futakuchi kenji
❝ D-Don't say embarrassing things like that, Kenji! ❞
❝ Aha, sorry! You're just too cute! ❞
"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eati
my kouhai is so cute! | konoha akinori
Konoha Akinori was sitting besides you, and you had no idea why.
It's not that you felt uncomfortable or anything--actually, scratch that. You actually did feel uncomfortable, but you decided to stay silent and focus your attention back onto your novel. At first, you thought that he was just sitting down to relax or some sorts, so you left him alone. And that's when you felt his eyes fixated intently on you. You started to grow nervous and uncomfortable, and you had the overwhelming urge to leave but your body wouldn't move.
"Um.." That's right, [Name]. Just stay calm. "Konoha-senpai.. It's not that I don't hate your company or anything.. I really don't! But.." You quickly averted your eyes away from his face to avoid any contact looking at him. The last thing you wanted was for your oh-so-great senpai to look at your flustered red face. "..but... May I ask what you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he replies. "Just wanted to see you, I guess."
'What the hell's that suppose t
Fell AsleepHe sat on the floor at her feet, resting his back against the base of the leather couch. She sat above him, her legs folded underneath herself while her arms were crossed. They were currently watching a movie, but she was slowly becoming disinterested as the plot progressed.
Stick with it, she thought to herself as she stifled a yawn. He said it was a bit slow, but that it got better.
Blinking repeatedly, she tried to stay awake as the movie wore on, wondering why there was no development between the main characters. There wasn't any action- no excitement- nothing to keep her from falling asleep. The only thing that forced her eyes to stay open was him; he would sporadically look up and give her a half-smile, mostly to see if she was still watching. She would smile back and shift her eyes to the TV, but boredom was slowly taking over her tired mind.
When she was
JAce - In Which Child Adoption Happens"Again, mommy! Again!"
The sun shone down on the trio as Jet rocked her daughter back and forth on the swing set. Wood chips shifted under her feet with each movement. About a yard away, Ace was watching them, a smile stretched wide on her face.
"Having fun over there?"
Jet's hand met the small of her daughter's back, leading the small girl forward on her swing.
"You know it!"
"And how about you, Charlotte?"
Jet smiled until it hurt, her entire body growing warm. The two adults had adopted Charlotte three years prior and since then, things had been [in Jet's eyes] perfect. All three of them went virtually everywhere together... save for the bedroom. That was reserved for Ace and Jet purely.
At this thought, Jet turned scarlet.
"Is mommy's head caught in the gutter again?"
Jet froze. "Um..."
"What does that mean?"
Charlotte, who was on the brink of six years old, had a nasty habit of repeating whatever she heard. Jet recalled a time when Ace had let "fuck" slip out... It had been
Goodbye“So this is the end, huh?”
“Don’t say that! I really appreciate you.”
“But you’re leaving me soon.”
“I know, but it’s for the better.”
“I mean, it was coming sooner or later; after all, four years is a long time for me.”
“Hey, I asked to be with you a little while longer; but I mean…”
“Is it because I’m not as good as the others?”
“No, you’re amazing! It’s just…”
“…I couldn’t keep up.”
“No! It’s not that! I just needed something more.”
“If you wanted to leave, you should’ve just told me.”
“I don’t! You know I don’t! Look… I still want to be with you, but…”
“’It’s not you, it’s me.’ I’ve heard that one before.”
“I mean, I was your fi
The dateMay stared out her apartment window for a good ten minutes, trying to get her head around the whole concept of dating. As far as she could understand it, it was about two people going out and connecting in a "more-than-friends" way. She had to admit that in all 200 years of her life she hadn't really been on an honest to god date, or if she had, she'd been either too drunk or too high to remember it. She felt nervous, but she couldn't disappoint. She left her apartment, her stilleto heels clicking and her wavy blonde hair swaying behind her. She walked down the street in a determined manner. Come on, May. You can do this, May - she told herself in her mind, preparing for the worst but hoping for the best.
She reached the restaurant they'd agreed to meet at and her mouth hung open. She suddenly felt very intimidated by the incredibly exclusive, very expensive five star restaurant in front of her. She swallowed hard and reached for the door, trembling a little. This place is way a
Accidente parte 11En la sala de espera, la situación se había calmado, todos estaban más tranquilos, después de ver a Isabella, no importaba el estado en el que estaba, sabían que estaba viva y que eso les daba una gran esperanza.
Pasaron cuatro semanas donde Isabella aun seguía en coma, todos iban a visitarla, Phineas solo se iba a cambiar y regresaba, en todo ese tiempo se quedo con su amada, su madre no se opuso a esto pues sabia como se encontraba su hijo; la señora Vivian tuvo que regresar a trabajar, aunque no se quisiera separar de su hija tenía que hacerlo, tenía que cubrir muchos gastos, y tenía que ahorrar para cuando su hija despertara.
Esas cuatro semanas fueron las más dolorosas para todos los amigos y familiares de la pelinegra, cada vez que iban tenían la confianza de que su amiga había despertado, aunque al entrara al hospital se daban cuenta de que eso no había ocurrido.
Phineas, tenía mucho miedo, le asustaba pe
MissingThey run away and steal kisses from each other under a street light.
This is as good as a field under the stars.
This is as good as any other kind of love.
Gracias al futuro Parte 11ANTERIORMENTE
J: Un accidente que os puede costar la esistencia a los tres
Marie: A que te refieres
J: A que si tu desapareces la historia cambiara y todos podriais dejar de esistir
Thom: ¿Que podemos hacer?
J: No hagais nada, porque cada cosa que estais cambiando la historia es mas ya me parece peligro que estemos hablando ahora mismo
Marie: Tengo miedo tio Juan
J: Tranquila de momento utiliza esto -le pone una pulsera dorada
Marie: Para ¿que es? -nota que le desaparece el agujero del estomago
Lon: Le a desaparecido el agujero, la historia se a reestablecido
J: No para nada, esto es solo para que no desapareca de la historia
Thom: La pulsera lleva un documento de historia que hace que tu historia se mantenga solo en ti
J: Pues no, solamente es una pulsera ocultadora, para esconder su agujero temporal
Marie: Tio Juan gracias por ayudarme
J: No te creeas que me hace gracia que viajeis en el ti
O My MetropolisTear yourself from your boundaries, o my metropolis, and drift with the graceful slowness of continents to my arms. Though the others look not upon you, for you are black with smoke and sharp with the tongues of your children, I rejoice, for mine eyes have their full run of your rough and uncouth fierceness.
Come to my arms, o Manchester, and fit your city limits round my roads, your slums to my city centre. You make me desire the filth of the streets and the grey of bleak great winter skies above bleaker little lives.
Dirty me, my dear.
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